The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying — T. S. Eliot

The white sails still fly seaward, seaward flying Unbroken wings. And the lost heart stiffens and rejoices In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices And the weak spirit quickens to rebel For the bent goldenrod and the lost sea smell.

Ash-Wednesday, VI

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